My
name is Maya, and I'm not the same girl I was a month ago. There is
an emptiness I carry around in my chest now. A broken heart caused by
grief. There are also dark nights where I have trouble breathing as I
feel the heavy weight of loss rushing through my veins, painful
moments where I can remember my entire being scream in agony as I
held onto my father's cold, lifeless hand. Then there is always a
hero to every story, isn't there? A hero who I despised from the
moment he opened his mouth. His name is Alexander. He is my
inevitable I never expected to find. The one my broken heart leads me
to. His existence, his touch, everything he did to make my pain
bearable will leave a mark on me forever. Yet, I know that when I'm
gone, he'll only remember me as a fading memory.
I'm
an avid reader. Therefore, a big dreamer. I love nothing more than to
escape real life to find those very few magical moments in a book. I
love how it has the power of stealing your worries away, putting a
smile on your face, and of course sometimes making you crush on
fictional characters. I can't even begin to describe how exciting it
is to give life to new characters and fall for them. It's definitely
a different kind of addiction. I'm still searching for my own happy
ending. Until that happens, I'll live vicariously through my own
characters.
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